[HP] Mind Reading Maniac

Being stared at by Draco's gaze, Lambert's first reaction was to avoid his gaze and lower his head to pretend to pick up something. The soft black hair on his forehead blocked the other party's view.He looked around, picked up Big Meow's dark green cushion and pretended to be a pillow. By the way, he sorted out his thoughts during this period, thinking that it's a good thing he just glanced at him casually when he yelled at me just now.

Otherwise, the secret of my Philosopher's Stone won't be revealed in a second?

Lambert, who was covered in a cold sweat, was much clearer. He pretended to be okay and fell back on the sofa with the green pillow in his arms, allowing the other party to look at him calmly.

Draco squinted his eyes, his dark gray pupils had a sense of scrutiny, and when his eyes fell on the mat that had been dragged on the ground in the opponent's hand, there was obvious disgust in his eyes.

Just by looking at his eyes, Lambert also knew that the other party was thinking about his lame avoidance of sight just now, but he remained indifferent, pretending not to know, and brought the topic back:

"So do you want to see it or not?"

At this moment, the door of their room was opened again, and the big cat, with a white porcelain cake plate on its head, came to deliver the supper to Lambert at a steady pace - I don't know when it practiced this peerless balance for eating, But it may also be a natural attribute advantage of cats.

This time it was orange and mango mousse. Lambert reached out and took the plate from the top of its head, and happily began to eat supper.

Draco glanced at the door that closed automatically, and then at the white puppet cat squatting at Lambert's feet. For the time being, he gave up asking his cat how to say the dormitory password, and answered him slowly. :

"Where to look?"

Lambert calmly put a bite of the cool cake into his mouth, and the sweet smell that melted in his mouth instantly filled his mouth. He replied with a 'huh':

"Professor Quirrell's office, the big cat told me it saw a huge egg, I guess it's a dragon egg."

Big Meow's big black eyes looked at Lambert deeply: Bullying it can't communicate directly with local tyrants, so it's free to throw the blame, right?

Obviously, his ability to conceal his thoughts is not good enough, especially Draco has read his thoughts many times when he was in a daze, and now he almost knows that whenever he sees thoughts that are particularly clear and free of distracting thoughts, it must be him Fooling himself - even though Draco did it himself.

"I guess it's the merman's golden egg." Draco replied calmly, with a slight disdain on his pale face, obviously not believing his nonsense.

Lambert tried hard to control his urge to roll his eyes, and made a reminder: "Don't you remember the dragon egg you saw when you followed Harry and the others to Hagrid's place in the first grade?"

He'll gossip about his teammates all the time, and he hasn't made it to the Triwizard Tournament. How can he fool this mean guy with the mermaid's golden eggs?

Draco frowned, and stared at him very penetratingly. After a long time, he suddenly stretched his brows and showed a hypocritical smile: "Since it's at Professor Quirrell's place, forget it, I'm not interested .”

……Huh?Lambert looked back at him in surprise, and couldn't understand why he was a little excited just now, but now he suddenly became so calm again.

I have only heard that women are fickle. It seems that Prince Slytherin has a tendency to become a princess.

"Retract your slander, Lambert, I saw it—I was just curious, what are you trying to hide by bringing up such a thing to me to attract my attention?" Draco agreed without blushing With his future identity in Slytherin, his eyes were no longer tightly attached to Lambert as before, but instead he looked left and right at the furnishings in the house, showing a loose look, and his tone became a little careless.

But this is the most terrible thing. Lambert fell back on the sofa, stretched the five fingers of his right hand and inserted them into the hair from the forehead to the back, and looked up at the dark ceiling. He felt that his secret was about to be hidden.

If you think that Draco looks like he doesn't care, it's a big mistake.

This man who had been in charge of the Malfoy family for many years, could be said to have a perfect grasp of people's hearts, he knew how to relax, and he knew how to kill with one blow.

If he really relaxes and lets his thoughts fly aimlessly like catkins in the air in late spring, he will quickly stumble in places he didn't expect.

When he sat up straight again, he looked at the other person with green eyes, and the corners of his lips slowly raised an arc, and a topic came up without any warning:

"I said, can we stop this kind of privacy between us?"

He really has too many cards he doesn't want to expose.

The big cat at the feet curled up Lambert's ankles with its white tail, and the slightly longer hairs swept across his insteps, slightly itchy.Not sure if it was comforting Lambert or messing with his concentration.

Draco sneered, and there was a faint smile in the silver-gray eyes, but it made the eyes not only warm, but rather cold.He took two steps slowly in the direction of Lambert, and the breath around him invaded the air around Lambert bit by bit, so that it wouldn't be released instantly to oppress him, but it made him feel a chill on his back unconsciously. .

"Talking to me about it after knowing all my secrets and wanting to keep my stuff under wraps—don't you think it's too late?"

I don't think so, you took so much advantage of me, why should I fight back.

Lambert knew long ago that he had to have no conscience when negotiating with this guy, so he looked at him calmly.

Draco smirked again without hesitation, and raised his jaw: "What do you think a guy like you who is always stuffed with garbage in his brain can hide? About the Philosopher's Stone? Other than that Woolen cloth?"

...Ci Ao, it turned out that he saw it with his previous glance!

Lambert petrified in the wind for a while, lowered his head and looked at the big cat, and saw sympathy in its big black eyes.

Big Meow opened his mouth and yawned big, and also made a mocking face, and meowed twice at Lambert: "I thought you were so stupid that being chased by a troll today was already the limit. I can't control my own mind, what's the use of you, huh?"

Lambert can't deal with that egomaniac, but it's okay to deal with a star-chaser cat, so he immediately replied to the cat in Chinese: "You're so good, come on, let's change our body, you come and control him Your own brain—but you don’t need to read your brain, what else do you have all day long except pork belly?”

Big Miao feels that he has been humiliated along with his hobbies. It is okay to insult it, but it is absolutely not allowed to speak ill of pork belly!Immediately, Wei Wei stood up straight and meowed at Lambert several times, his tone a little annoyed.

Draco on the sidelines: ...Mad's staff.

In the middle of talking to others, he turned his head and quarreled with his cat, which was quite exciting. He felt that he had nothing to give to Lambert except mental retardation.

How disgusting, why does he spend all day with such a guy?He felt that Lambert's stupidity had smoked him.

After 5 minutes, Lambert won the argument with a sense of physical and mental comfort and looked back at Draco:

"Where did we talk just now... Oh yes, the Philosopher's Stone, there is nothing else but the Philosopher's Stone." Well, anyway, I have to grit my teeth and refuse to admit it.

Draco originally thought about throwing Legilimency at him to randomly read individual thoughts, but considering that both he and the cat have brain circuits with noisy topics, he felt that the possibility of reading rubbish was very high, so he canceled this with some regrets. idea.

Lambert, who watched his thoughts change from beginning to end: ... shivering.

"I want to sleep with Harry." He felt that giving himself the whole helmet now couldn't prevent the guy opposite from thinking about the secrets in his mind, so he had to change dormitories.

When Draco heard his words, his expression was stunned for a moment, then he glanced up and down complicatedly, and twitched his lips: "You don't need to report this kind of emotional problem to me, boy, I should listen to your heart The subject is not here."

ah?Lambert looked at him in a daze, and after reading the joke in his sight, he threw the pillow in his hand with a dark face:

"I'm talking about changing dormitories!...No! I'm a straight man!"

Draco quickly avoided the pillow, and warned in a somewhat displeased tone: "Don't throw these dirty things at me - besides, I'm not interested in your sexual orientation, so you don't have to yell for the whole world to hear. "

Ah... I really want to kill Draco, what should I do?

Lambert rubbed his bare feet on the carpet unlovely, thinking about where the topic went with a blank expression.

After a while, he twitched the corners of his lips, and unceremoniously dropped a heavy topic:

"By the way, I mentioned the Sorcerer's Stone earlier, right? I mean, in the room at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor, Hagrid's three-headed dog guards a trapdoor. There are many traps set up by the professors below. The Philosopher's Stone is hidden. Didn't Voldemort and Quirrell come to Hogwarts to steal this? And they planned to kill Harry, you already knew that, so, which side do you want to stand on?"

He discovered that when asked a difficult question, the best thing to do is to throw back the toughest one.

So, can he know Draco's position now?

Since rebirth, the future owner who wants to restore, or maintain Malfoy's current glory, has killed Death Eaters, knows the Dark Lord's plan to infiltrate Hogwarts, and even knows the future direction of that person's inevitable defeat—Della What's your stand?

If Draco originally wanted to rely on this to take both sides, or he hesitated until the end to choose a position, then after Lambert's question came out, he had to give an answer.

Too many thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, and Lambert had no time to catch them, so he heard him ask with great interest:

"Why, the heir of the Peverell family, is he so eager to become Dumbledore's lackey?"

There was a clear smile on his face, but the words he said were extremely difficult to hear.

If it weren't for the deadly friendship between the two, Lambert would throw curses at each other with his wand every minute.

"Then you still want to be an accomplice to Voldemort? I am not Dumbledore, but Harry." Lambert replied with a calm expression, and then clarified his position .

Before he could speak, Lambert added another sentence: "Besides, you understand the relationship between Harry and him, how long do you think I can hide it? If I can't prevent him from resurrecting in the Triwizard Tournament, he will be the first A range of objects to be liquidated, neither you nor I can escape."

Draco clapped his palms reservedly, "I'm amazed at your extremely fluctuating IQ. In fact, if your strength can be stronger, why worry about me and the position of the Malfoy family?"

"Besides, the Death Eater has had so many arms chopped off all these years in hiding. Who gave you the confidence that he'd wield a knife against a pure-blood family that came up in time?— No, it's too late for him to be happy, at least he will wait until the war is won before he has the energy to settle accounts."

Lambert was almost entangled by him, and he only stood in line at the critical moment after he felt that he could really get enough benefits.

Fortunately, at this moment, as the other party said, his IQ is on the line, stroked back and forth, and said with a smile:

"If it's this option, what's the difference between you and your previous life?"

Draco also smiled, and the smile filled his eyes a little bit, his silver-gray eyes looked at Lambert, and the corners of his lips curved just right:

"Speaking of which I have to thank you, the difference is that Harry Potter is now in Slytherin - and I, have seven years to change his view of pure-blood families."

It seems that as long as he operates properly, the Malfoy family is already invincible, and he does have this strength.

Lambert was at a loss for words for a while, Draco's sneering eyes fell on him again, and he made a concluding speech: "So, this world is still the power to speak. Put away your naive thoughts, Lambert, unless you compare I am stronger, stronger than Malfoy, and you have the position to force me to make a decision today—ah, the possibility of this is really slim."

When he raised his head again, Draco felt for a moment that this guy's eyes looked exactly like Harry's when he asked him for help in the hallway—where did these guys blindly trust him?

"It's not the Malfoy family, I just want to know your position, I thought we were friends..." When meeting his indifferent eyes, Lambert's voice faltered, feeling his throat was a little dry, he licked his lower lip After that, I worked hard to complete the second half of the sentence:

"Okay, I know what you're going to say. I just think that I really can't hide things as you said, so I don't want to hide things like this—since our mutual understanding of each other has a huge deviation, So it's best to keep your distance, right?"

Draco was blocked by his naive and extremely clear-eyed words and didn't know what to answer for a while.After a while, he shrugged his shoulders, thought for a while and added:

"Today's incident with the troll can be regarded as a return to Knockturn Alley last time, so don't even think about the eight thousand gold Galleons."

Yes, the money was not forgotten after the grace of life-saving was mentioned.

Lambert understands a little bit why the other party's family is rich and he is still penniless?This consciousness of clearing accounts was still thrown away by eight blocks.

If he could look up at Draco's face a little at this time, he would find the embarrassment flashing across the other's face. In fact, he was just making up for Lambert habitually.

"Okay, I will discuss with Zabini about changing the dormitory privately tomorrow - I will change it back when Professor Snape checks." Lambert nodded with a flat expression.

Maybe he has always been a little wishful thinking, thinking that they should at least be friends.

"Besides—" he opened a sincere smile to Draco, and said to him sincerely: "Draco Malfoy, you are such a bastard."

Draco didn't reply to his words, just glanced at him lightly, turned around and climbed into his bed and closed his eyes peacefully to sleep.

However, a question arose in my mind:

What exactly is Lambert's posture of breaking off the relationship?He simply didn't understand how could a man who should be 20 years old have such an inexplicable boyish heart?

The future head of the Malfoy family lost sleep over the confusion for fifteen minutes, but no one noticed.